Blood Bride

Here I lie

I lay here. I with pink hair that is so odd and unnatural. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Ah, it would make me laugh but…how it hurts to laugh. Instead I lay here. I am starring up at a church ceiling, it's carved and beautiful, angles gaze down at me wanting to break out of their wooden prisons and help me. Sunlight pours in through the stained glass, illuminating my body and all the others around me. Silence. It is as silent as the grave; there are no sounds what so ever. If I were able I would sit up and look all around me, but I cannot. Another thing that makes me laugh is what I am wearing; a huge white dress that engulfs me in netting and sequins. Flowers also lay around me, beautiful ones of all colours and size marking the moment. But now, I think, there is not a moment, only this moment where time is standing still.

My eyes sparkle green as I relive old memories, they make me smile and it eases the pain slightly. A picture of a boy with bright blond hair and blue eyes passes through my mind and my expression changes. Oh…how it changes. He did not come. He refused to, said I was making the biggest mistake of my life because I didn't love him and because there was something not quite right about him. Perhaps if he was here, none of this would have happened. I glance to my left and there lies someone he didn't even glance at, her purple hair hiding her face, her cloudy orbs hidden by her lids. She is wearing the bridesmaid dress I picked out of her and so is my other friend…my best friend. My eyes well up with tears but I do not cry…I never cry. She is lying with her hands reaching out to me; her scream still rings in my ears. It was so terrified, so scared and so…so…heart breaking. I look at other sides of me and I see more friends, more people that I consider family and think about how I will never see them again.

Let me guess…you are thinking they are dead? How wrong you are. He said he did not wish to hurt them. Instead he just knocked them all out; I can't really remember how he did it. He didn't knock me out…he said he wanted me to feel every second of pain and hurt.

For they are not dying…I am.

My beautiful and larger than life wedding dress is not just white…it is red. A bright, scarlet red that stands out beyond every other thing, it spreads. Mostly it is spreading from my stomach, he said he wanted me to die slowly…die in my own blood…he is getting his wish. This all happened once again because of…him.

The one and only.

The person that I still love after all these years of hate and betrayal, I see him and his cold eyes everywhere I go but now…now I will never see them again…I will never get the answer to my unanswered question.

Did you…at any stage at all…love me?

Ah…I always thought he would be the first to die out of us both but here I lie proving my own theory wrong. I'm dying and all I can worry about it the fact that he never saw me again…and never said those three words…they meant to much…even if he didn't mean them.

I always wonder if life would have been different if he'd stayed. Why am I kidding myself? He never would have stayed. Is it bad that I want someone to walk in…just so I won't die alone…who ever…anyone? Just so I don't lie here and die without someone making eye contact with me and to say

"But I don't want you to die…"

Of course wishes never do come true do they…dreams and wishes are lies because if they came true this day would be me and the black haired arrogant but blissfully beautiful man getting married with the blond loud mouth at our side, laughing with his stupid grin and perhaps glancing at that small girl in the corner with purple hair. My life…is a complete lie. And in some ways I am glad…so glad that it is coming to an end because I cannot imagine being married to that man who I never loved for so many years. So…I lay here and I wait. I wait for death because…well…what else is there, in a couple of hours these people will all wake up and see their dead friend who died slowly and painfully, Ino will burst into angry tears and cry that she will want to rip his head off. I laugh. Although it hurts sending pain shooting through my body.

Ah…but it is so peaceful.

"But…I don't want to die…"